Director:    S.K. Dale

Cast:    Megan Fox, Eoin Macken, Aml Ameen, Callan Mulvey, Jack Roth

Rating:    MA

Running Time:     88

Australian Distributor:   Defiant Screen Entertainment

Megan Fox achieved a certain amount of fame for something other than her acting and that somehow rendered her a bad actress, which I just don’t think she is.  Now, what I do think is that she’s an actress that has to be in the right movie to be successful and Till Death is her bread and butter.  The Bulgaria-filmed thriller has a dynamite concept, one of those situations you read on paper and think it could never be stretched to a feature length but which, miraculously, manages to work beautifully as a zesty little bit of bloody fun which keeps you alert and on your toes.   

Fox plays Emma, an unfaithful wife who’s about to celebrate her wedding anniversary with her equally unfaithful lawyer husband, Mark (Eoin Macken). He takes her to their winter lake house, where they share a romantic evening, complete with candles and rose petals. By morning, she is handcuffed to Mark, who tells her to wake up and then blows his head off. Spattered by his blood and shell-shocked, Emma has to figure out how to untether herself from her dead husband without a key. To further complicate things, two brothers (Callan Mulvey, Jack Roth) break in to steal something from a safe in their closet. It’s not just a random in-and-out mission, and that’s all you really need to know. Everything else—how she tiptoes around, outsmarting these men and trying to survive this bloody, snow-covered ordeal—hinges on surprise and the entire reason we’re watching.

Dale has a knack for setting up scenarios for Emma to manoeuvre her way around. He’s aware that we are watching a movie where a dead body is constantly being dragged around and doesn’t shy away from the humour. Beautifully shot, Till Death knows its audience wants suspense and blood and it delivers.